Without the interruptions,
nourishing and maddening,
this life would become arid.
Yet I taste it fully only
when I am alone here and
“the house and I resume old conversations.”
~ May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude: The Journals of Mary Sarton
Source: Photograph – exercice de style
Me too…
Most of us are constantly experiencing sensory overload to where most people have no idea what solitude even is. I for one, can dream and remember the times I have experienced it, and I depend on those dreams to get me through these busy times.
I enter this zone most mornings at 4am (and most often after several hours of uninterrupted sleep)
yes, the cottage and i have an understanding…
Smile. I bet you do Shinto
My grandmother used to call the quiet times, “the pause that refreshes.” In today’s ‘hyper-connected’ world, they’re damned difficult to secure, but boy when you get them….
And this is why I rarely sleep past 5:45 am. Those quiet hours before the rest of the family awakens, with only the house’s own whispers to be heard, are my first nourishment of the day. Thank you, Dave.
That’s it Martha. I hear those same whispers too!
Appreciate those conversations. Often in the dark of morning.
Yes, me too Van